“Step to me, get burnt like toast.”
Why Missy?
Missy Elliott isn’t just a rapper or a producer — she’s a cultural force. Breaking through in the late ’90s, Missy reinvented what hip hop could look and sound like. Bold visuals, genre-bending production, and infectious hooks made her iconic. She’s a master of the craft and the business.
Origin Story
Born in Portsmouth, Virginia, Missy’s journey began with hardship. Childhood trauma, poverty, and systemic barriers didn’t stop her. Instead, they shaped a visionary. She linked up with Timbaland early, forming one of music’s most influential creative duos.
Signature Style
Missy fused hip hop, funk, R&B, and futurism into a style that was unpredictable, magnetic, and always fresh. She wrote and produced her own tracks (rare then, rare now), often creating for others — from Aaliyah to Beyoncé.
Beyond the Music
- Writer/Producer
Over 100 songs written for other artists. - Fashion & Visuals
Her music videos? Groundbreaking. Think: fish-eye lenses, surreal costumes, CGI in the ‘90s. - Philanthropy
Quietly supports education, women’s shelters, and disaster relief efforts. - Recognition
First female rapper inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (2023).
Why PD Loves Missy
She’s a multidimensional powerhouse. Missy’s an artist, executive, futurist — proof that creativity isn’t one lane. Her work inspires us to be weird, smart, stylish, and brave.
On how I’m spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show’n’prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
Y’all job just hangin’ up clothes
Step to me, get burnt like toast
Motherfuckers, adios, amigos
Hop, hop, pose, pose
I don’t brag, I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago (yes)
What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo? (Yes)
If you wanna battle me, then, – let me know (yes)
(Holla) got to feel it, son
Let me throw you some (maut mujhko)
(Yes) people, here I come (yes), now sweat me when I’m done
(Yes) we got the radio shook like we got a gun
